Closure
Marnee shuffled into my cubicle and kept looking over her shoulder. "She's resigning.""Who is?" I said. My fingers froze in mid-air while I was typing on my laptop. The campaign report, the most urgent thing I needed to get done, had to wait.
"Dense is."
"... Oh."
"You're shocked."
"I didn't think it would be today. I never thought the day would come."
Marnee, nonplussed, sat her self down on one of two sleek visitor chairs. She straightened the pile of unchecked color-proofs on my table. "You're forgetting. We've all been wanting her to find' a better home' outside. If she stayed any longer, the flagship category is going to self-destruct."
She's right. We had been whining about Dense's perpetual absences, the cause of which we surmised to be her flight-not-fight syndrome. She had always found a way to vanish when dark clouds from the markets appear, leaving her two direct reports desperately running for shelter.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"The Queen herself told me, right after meeting her for some admin stuff. You know, she looked pretty relieved when she told me. I guessed she was glad she didn't have to play Donald Trump with Dense's pasaway attendance. Dense is talented when it comes to wheedling her way out of things. As for her resignation, I don't think anybody else knows. Although I think I saw Dense talking to her people about her decision to quit a while ago."
Suddenly my evil self was glad Dense was going, short of screaming "Yahoo!" but the angel on my shoulder slapped me so hard, saying I shouldn't rejoice at other people's misery, even if they were people I didn't like.
"Changes things, doesn't it?" said Marnee, who by now was fixed on the colorproof on the table, circling the unsightly flaws on the model's neck with my blue art pen.
"Come to think of it, with her gone most of the time," I pondered, "I don't think it does."
Marnee looked up from the proof and nodded.
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